e-mail:
password:
register
|
login
› DENVER SOUTH
SEARCH YOUR HUB:
GO
advanced search
Loading Ad
STORIES
EVENTS
BLOGS
FOR SALE
YELLOW PAGES
PHOTOS
Local Info ›
Home ›
Help ›
Visit Other Hubs:
YourHub.com
Arvada
Aurora
Boulder
Brighton
Broomfield
Castle Pines
Castle Rock
Centennial
Cherry Hills Village
Commerce City
Conifer
Denver
Denver North
Denver South
Edgewater
Englewood
Erie
Evergreen
Federal Heights
Franktown
Glendale
Golden
Green Valley Ranch
Greenwood Village
Highlands Ranch
Lafayette
Lakewood
Littleton
Lone Tree
Longmont
Louisville and Superior
Montbello
Morrison
nights
Niwot
Northglenn
Parker
Roxborough
Sheridan
Thornton
TriTowns
Westminster
Wheat Ridge
ADVERTISEMENT
Loading Tower
RECENT STORIES
Shotgun Willie's entertainer bares (almost) all
(
Kristin Morin/YourHub.com
)
Lincoln High student has a plan
(
Karen Groves/YourHub.com
)
Antique store a living museum
(
Kevin Hamm/YourHub.com
)
Work is a day in the park for Metro student
(
Daniel Smith/YourHub.com
)
The holidays are coming so raise your glasses high
(
Dr. Charles Barotz
)
share a story
|
more postings
»
YourHub.com
\\
Denver South
\\
Stories
\\
Kudos & Milestones
\\
Reunions
Class of 1956 celebrates 50 years
On
9/16/2006
e-mail to a friend
|
print this
|
link to this
NEXT ›
‹ PREVIOUS
Contributed by:
Alice Durfee
on 10/2/2006
Some 35 alumni trooped down the hall-a human column liberally sprinkled with grey or balding heads on bodies more rotund than svelte. Our guide stopped to comment on a wall of photographs, and we came to a shuffling halt-crowding close around him-the better to hear yet more anecdotes about our high school alma mater-Maine Township High School in Park Ridge, Illinois (now known as Maine East). The school tour was part of my fiftieth high school class reunion-the first school reunion I had ever attended-and my daughter Karen accompanied me on the trip from Denver to Chicago.
Why go now? I'm not sure. For fifty years, I never even tried to keep in touch with my classmates. Truth be known-they didn't know me that well then, and I had no illusions about anyone remembering me now. Quiet and shy during my high-school years, I left for college determined to reinvent myself, and until now, I never looked back.
Surprisingly, I met quite a few reunion attendees who, like myself, were attending their first-ever reunion also. Perhaps, there's something about being faced with the fiftieth that elicits the response-if not now, when? How many more will there be?
As things turned out, the weekend was a hoot! I loved it all-even though I didn't remember-much less recognize-many. The faces scarcely matched the high school senior pictures, reproduced for our nametags. Few remembered me either, but everyone was friendly, and memory lapses didn't seem to matter. A bonus was sharing a weekend of quality time with daughter Karen.
A reunion dinner/dance, attended by 139 alumni plus guests (from our class of 546) was the main event of the weekend. Delightful though that was, I enjoyed the school tour most of all. Transportation to the school from our hotel was appropriately provided via a yellow school bus. The school looked much the same despite some additions and updates. Our guide was a walking encyclopedia of school history and trivia and could tell us about any teacher we named. He regaled us with stories about the community, the school and some of its more famous alumni-including Harrison Ford and Hillary Clinton. (He mentioned the time he kicked Hillary out of his history class for talking too much.)
Most of all, however, our tour guide made me realize how privileged I had been to attend such a fine school. Even today it is ranked among the nation's top five percent. I'm grateful for both the experience of graduating from such a school and for the opportunity to visit it 50 years later with my daughter. I hope my grandchildren are similarly blessed with excellent schools in Denver.
In the school building that Saturday morning, we were not alone. A group of drama students were building a set on the stage of the auditorium. Through the glass windows of a classroom door, we viewed an ESL class in progress. Assorted athletic programs were in evidence-including girls' volleyball. One of the volleyball girls was in the corridor when we paused to peek inside the new gymnasium.
"What are you doing here?" she asked someone in our group.
"We're alums-we graduated here fifty years ago.
"Oooh!" she squealed. "That's so cute!"
The patronizing remark struck me as hilarious, but I only smiled. I could never have imagined reaching this fifty-year milestone when I was her age either.
But the years do roll by, Missy-faster than you think. Happily good times keep rolling along as well.
[Report this as objectionable content.]
SUBMIT COMMENT
Rate the above story
Talk Back :
submit comments to the story
*Note: you need to
log-in
to add a comment or rating.
Thank you! Your comment has been updated.
*A comment must be between 1 and 1000 characters.
*Please refrain from using explicit language.
CONTRIBUTOR INFORMATION
Alice Durfee
Denver
, CO
Alice Durfee has posted
1
story and
0
comments since joining on
9/30/2006
. Alice Durfee 's average story rating is
0
.
view profile »
view other postings from Alice Durfee »
SAVE AND SHARE THIS STORY
digg
Google
del.icio.us
Yahoo!
reddit
newsvine
What is this?
STORY RSS FEEDS
All stories
All stories in Denver South
All stories by Alice Durfee
WANT TO WRITE FOR YOURHUB.COM?
Want to see the stories you write and the photos you shoot featured in the YourHub.com Thursday print section available
all over the Front Range
and with home subscriptions of the
Rocky Mountain News
and
The Denver Post?
All you have to do is
register
, then post a
story or column
,
start a blog
or
tell everyone
what events are happening in town. We will print the best stories, columns, event listings, photos and blog entries in our print sections.
ADVERTISEMENT
Loading Ad
Loading Ad
ADVERTISEMENT
Loading Ad